My ugly concubine is super cute

Chapter 445 I'll Give You Three Chances

People unconsciously stood up according to her request, three old women stood together, five younger women stood together, five or six children between the ages of three and eight hugged each other tightly, and another There are four or five women who don't look like wives, concubines, or dancing girls.

"Very good." Feng Qiye nodded in satisfaction. Because of her smile, the pressure on the people was relieved a lot. Only then did they dare to breathe a sigh of relief, but their eyes were still timid.

"Are you his concubines? Southern Tieren or Northern Tieren?" Feng Qiye went straight to the five young women, "Which one is Liantai's daughter?"

The five women looked at each other, and quickly answered clearly that even Ru Na's daughter was among the group of children, and the youngest one was.

The three-year-old Liancheng was actually calmer than anyone else. He walked out of the crowd fearlessly, without begging for mercy, but stared straight at Feng Qiye with his eyes wide open.

People's hearts were suspended, the group of children were so frightened that they cried again, Feng Qiye frowned, A Mo'er moved the long sword in his hand, and the group of children fell silent again.

"Are you Lian Taina's daughter?" Feng Qiye nodded, "It's interesting."

The three-year-old milkman has an extraordinary calmness. To such a question, the milkman shook his head resolutely: "My name is Liancheng, and I am not Liantaina's daughter."

"Oh?" Feng Qiye was surprised.

"I am a Han, and Lian Taina captured and killed my mother, he is my enemy." Lian Cheng said in a childish voice, her pink and tender face pressed stubbornly, "I know you, You are the new city lord, are you going to kill me?"

Feng Qiye squatted down and took out the dagger from his arms. Under the terrified eyes of the people, the dagger gleamed coldly and went straight to Liancheng.

Liancheng closed her eyes, with yearning in her expression. Suddenly, her palms felt cold, she opened her eyes, and then cried out "ah".

"I'll give you this dagger, and I'll give you three chances to kill me." Feng Qiye didn't treat her like a child from the beginning, "As for you." She smiled, "There is no distinction between the Southern Railway and the Northern Railway on the battlefield. , regardless of Han people or people from other tribes. However, I don’t kill the weak.”

"Butler Mo, let them leave early tomorrow morning." After saying that, she turned around and wanted to leave.

A small hand grabbed the corner of her skirt, and Liancheng said childishly, "I will follow you until I can kill you." She carefully hid the small dagger in her wide sleeve.

Feng Qiye looked at her for a while, and in Amoer's extreme disapproval, bent down and hugged Liancheng.

The accident happened the moment she approached Liancheng!

The cold light flashed, and the dagger in the sleeve of the three-year-old baby Liancheng slipped into his hand, and the sharp point of the knife pierced straight into Feng Qiye's arm!

"Master!" A Mo'er drew out her long sword, and the tip of the sword was about to scratch Liancheng's throat!

"Back off." Feng Qiye said lightly, and continued to hug Liancheng, the dagger was still shining brightly on her arm, blood slowly flowed out, staining her white clothes red, hurt the assailant's eyes.

The people behind opened their mouths wide open. They had indeed witnessed how the three-year-old milk baby calmly and calmly raised the knife at the new city lord just now!
"You still have two chances." Feng Qiye walked out slowly with her in his arms, "But are you sure that you really want to waste it when your strength is so different from mine?"

(End of this chapter)